“Hey, Natasha.” Gabe squeezes her tightly and I swallow the lump in my throat.
Did he fuck her? Clearly they have chemistry, and he’d be an idiot not to. I mean, I’m straight and I would sleep with this woman in a heartbeat. She spots me over his shoulder and her lips quirk up in a smile.
“And who is your lovely friend?”
“This is Lo.”
“Lo?”
“Harlow,” I say, holding out my hand. I don’t know why the hell I just introduced myself as Harlow. I can’t stand it whenpeople call me that. She grabs my hand but doesn’t shake. Instead, she pulls me into a huge hug.
“Where have you been hiding, ma petite trésor?”
Damn. This woman is fucking catnip. If Gabe hasn’t slept with her, I might just end up junk punching him.
“Venice Beach,” I answer with a giggle.What the fuck, Lo? I don’t giggle.I do not giggle.
“Lo’s never had a lap dance.”
Natasha gasps. “Get out!”
“Yep, that’s me. The lap dance virgin.”
Natasha’s lips quirk and she looks at Gabe. “Oh, we love virgins here.”
“Show no mercy and I’ll pay you double.” His whiskey rough voice washes over me, and I shiver.
“I never show mercy, Mr. Laurier. You should know that.”
I roll my eyes and say, “Ha ha. Okay, you two. Let’s make fun of the lap dance virgin.”
Natasha grabs my hand and leads me to a velvet chaise in the middle of the room. She places her hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me onto the seat. I glance at Gabe who’s staring down at his phone with an irritated expression, his brows creased and lips forming a tight line.
“Eyes on me, honey,” Natasha says, tilting my chin with her index finger. I give her an awkward smile and do as she says, but my focus slips back to Gabe.Always to Gabe.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. It’s fine.” He slides his phone in his pocket and watches the two of us.
I frown. “You just gonna stand over there all night long?”
“You know me, Freckles. I like to watch.”
I snort and shake my head, and then I turn my attention back to Natasha. She nods to the camera in the corner and the lights dim a little as “Million Dollar Man” by Lana Del Rey comes on.
Natasha sweeps my bangs back off my face and gives me a little wink. She’s already mouthing the words to the song and popping her hips to the slow, sensual beat. She kicks her leg up and rests her heel on my thigh, then she slides a hand up her leg and spanks her ass. Her gloved finger slips between her teeth and she yanks it off her arm, tossing it over my shoulder before repeating the movement with her other hand.
Then she drapes her body on top of mine and slides to the floor. Natasha turns and looks up at me with predatory eyes as she slithers to standing with a single, seductive body roll. She reaches up and unfastens her zip, and then she lowers the straps of her champagne gown and does a little shimmy. Her perfect boobs pop out, stuck with little gold pasties.And I’m back to hating her again.
She wriggles out of her dress and kicks it across the floor with her impossibly high heel. She’s naked, save for the pasties, stockings, and some kind of pasted-on patch over her pussy.
“Um ... I thought this was a lap dance of the clothed variety,” I mutter. But she’s not paying any attention to the words coming out of my mouth or the awkwardness I feel. She appears to be having the time of her life as she dances and shimmies in all kinds of revealing positions in front of me. She even walks over to Gabe at one point and takes his glass of champagne, downing the rest before handing his empty glass back to him.
Just when I’m about to make excuses to leave, Natasha climbs into my lap and rides me like a damn pony. I’m uncomfortable as hell, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the friction of her body against my sex-starved pussy.
“Fuck,” Gabe’s voice is low and gravelly. I turn my head and find him still in the same position, clutching his empty glass in his hand and leaning against the wall, but now his eyes are on fire as he watches the two of us.
Natasha jerks on top of me and wraps her arms around my neck, her pasties scratching the sensitive swell of my breasts through my shirt and bra.